The grand hall of the Abaddon Castle was a masterpiece of dark elegance, its obsidian pillars etched with glowing runes that pulsed faintly with restrained power. The high, vaulted ceiling was adorned with a mural of chaos and victory; its characters were painted so vividly that they seemed to shift in the flickering light of crimson lanterns. Everything about the room spoke of the authority, decadence, menace, and immense wealth of the House of Abaddon, and today, this very hall served as the perfect place to frame the gathering of the heads of the various Devil Houses part of the Extra Demon Faction.
The Extra Demon Gathering is an event where Devils and their servants from various Extra Demon Households convene to discuss a wide range of topics. These discussions can span anything from the current political climate in the Underworld and its potential impact on their Households to more trivial matters like recent developments in different countries of the Human realm.
The ones currently attending were an eclectic assembly, each bearing an aura of immense power restrained to its utmost limit, yet their presence still filled the hall like a storm barely contained. Some exuded elegance, others menace, and a few an unsettling sense of calm, but every one of them radiated the weight of their status. From the striking beauty of Xyra Igrat to the grim intensity of Thanor Nergal, they each carried themselves with poise and precision. Noble dresses of exquisite craftsmanship adorned them, varying from ethereal silks to battle-forged regalia, each outfit a reflection of its wearer's personality and House legacy.
Among the attendees stood Seir, quietly alongside Sephie as he curiously surveyed the surroundings. 'Truly, this is a gathering of High Society…' he thought.
The last time he visited a place with a large gathering of Devils was the Agreas Dome in the Agreas Domain. Although thousands of Devils were present there, most of them were Low-Class or Mid-Class. Some High-Class Devils were also in attendance, but they watched the game from their VIP boxes, so Seir didn't see many of them up close. However, at today's Extra Demon Gathering, High-Class Devils and their servants seem to be everywhere he looks.
While Seir was distracted by the people in his surroundings, a woman's voice he recognized suddenly called out. In the next moment, a pair of hands lifted him off the ground and pressed him into a jiggling bosom. "Where are you looking, little Seir? Look at Auntie… It's only been a few months since I last saw you, and you've already grown so much… I can hardly believe my eyes…"
'Yeah… among all the women I've met in this life, she's definitely the clingiest,' Seir thought, his face still buried between a pair of large breasts. Knowing her usual antics, he didn't resist— not even when she suddenly started to breathe in against his neck as though trying to catch his scent.
The next few seconds passed in a blur. At last, the woman, seemingly satisfied, released Seir, saying, "Finally, I have recharged my Seir energy…"
'Weird way of saying that you have such a kink…' thought Seir taking a proper look at her.
She was a tall, curvaceous woman with breasts possibly even larger than Sephie's, shoulder-length violet hair, deep vermilion eyes, black horns, a spade-shaped tail, small fangs, and pointed ears. She wore a fancy black-and-silver halter-neck cocktail dress with a low neckline and a high slit, paired with matching silver high heels.
After recovering his breaths, Seir greeted her with a warm smile. "Nice to see you too, Auntie… You look really beautiful in that dress." If he was being honest, her fancy outfit only served to further accentuate her enticing figure.
"Do I?" The woman's expression brightened at Seir's compliment. She smiled slyly and said, "After all, I have such a cute nephew—so I have to look my best. Otherwise, my nephew might not pay any attention to me at all…"
"How could that be? This nephew of yours always has some attention to spare for his beautiful aunt," Seir replied, holding her gaze.
"Really…?" Her eyes sparkled as she leaned closer.
"Uh-huh… anything for my gorgeous aunt," Seir murmured, moving his face closer to hers, their lips nearly touching.
Just when it seemed like they were about to kiss, a sudden cough from Sephie broke the mood. "How long do you two plan on continuing to ignore my presence?"
"Oh my, Elder Sister! Were you here as well?" the woman asked, turning her head to Sephie with a fake oopsie expression. "I almost didn't notice you…"
Sephie responded with a sigh. "Ver, we're at a gathering right now, so please behave accordingly," she said and also wanted to scold Seir, but since he had once again buried his head into the woman's bosom, Sephie could only continue to chide her, "Acting in such a manner with your own nephew at a place like this doesn't befit your status."
"Oh… right…" the woman agreed before turning back to Seir. "As Elder sister says, we can't act all lovey-dovey here, nephew." Suddenly, as though struck by an idea, she smiled broadly, whispering in Seir's ears, "Then, nephew… shall we go somewhere more private to continue?"
Before Seir could respond, Sephie, obviously, having heard the woman's whisper, spoke in a subdued voice, trying not to raise it. "Vermeil… must you always…?"
"All right, all right… I was only teasing you, Elder Sister," Vermeil relented, raising her hands in surrender. She winked at Seir and gave him a few quick kisses before letting go of him, then spread her arms for a hug with Sephie.
Sephie sighed, exasperated by Vermeil's antics but returned the hug with a smile.
Seir watched them from the sidelines, thinking about the woman.
Vermeil Eisheth-Zenunim—that is the name of this voluptuous woman wearing the silver dress. She is the current head of the Eisheth-Zenunim Household. As for her connection with Seir and the House of Belphegor? Well, she does indeed have very close ties, as she is Sephie's younger half-sister from her maiden Household—making Vermeil Seir's aunt.
After greeting Sephie, Vermeil, noticing that neither Malakarion nor Roygun was present, asked, "By the way, Elder Sister, where are Brother-in-law and Roygun?"
"Hm? Roygun is busy greeting the Heads and representatives of the various Households. As for Mal, he's meeting with Grand Duke Abaddon to discuss something," Sephie replied casually.
"Huh? Meeting with Grand Duke Abaddon? What's that about?" Vermeil asked, her curiosity piqued. While Roygun's task of greeting other Household Heads was entirely expected, the fact that Malakarion was having a private discussion with Grand Duke Abaddon definitely raised an eyebrow.
Seir also glanced at his mother curiously, silently wondering, 'What could be so important that Father left with Lord Abaddon as soon as we arrived at Abaddon Castle?' However, the thought didn't linger long. Shrugging it off, he mused, 'Who cares? It's probably just business between the two Households. It's not like it has anything to do with me.'
In response to Vermeil's question, Sephie simply offered a faint smile, casting a quick glance at Seir from the corner of her eye before shaking her head, and replying with a light giggle, "Hehe… it's nothing."
"Is that so?" Vermeil murmured, folding her arms underneath her bust. Sephie's vague answer left her unsatisfied, and the subtle glance Sephie directed at Seir didn't escape her notice either. 'Does the discussion with Grand Duke Abaddon concern Seir?' she wondered silently.
While Vermeil appeared deep in thought, Cecily—the maid—approached the trio. After offering a respectful bow to Vermeil, she turned to Sephie and said, "My Lady, my Lord has requested your presence to join him in the discussion."
I see, so Mal has decided to proceed with the talks, Sephie mused as she gave a slight nod. "Very well," she said. Turning to Vermeil, she added, "Ver, would you mind watching over Seir for me for a while?"
Vermeil frowned, her expression tinged with curiosity. "You don't intend to take him with you?"
Sephie shook her head gently. "I don't think that's necessary for now." She reasoned that if Malakarion had wanted Seir to join, Cecily would have conveyed that. Since the request was for her alone, it was clear Malakarion intended for her to participate in the discussion with Grand Duke Abaddon independently for the time being.
"All right, I'll watch over him," Vermeil agreed with a nod, then added in a low whisper, "But in exchange, you'd better tell me everything later, Sister."
Sephie chuckled softly, nodding. "Of course." She thought to herself, 'If things continue as they seem, Mal and the Grand Duke will probably make the announcement during the toast…' With that in mind, she saw no reason to refuse her younger sister's condition.
"Fine then," Vermeil said with a smirk, accepting the arrangement.
Sephie turned to Seir and smiled warmly. "Sweetie, I'll be back shortly. Stay with your aunt until then, all right?"
"I understand," Seir replied with a nod.
Satisfied, Sephie prepared to leave but paused to issue a warning to Vermeil. "And you… don't do anything that would be 'difficult to explain' while I'm gone. Understood?"
"Haha, difficult to explain? Whatever do you mean, Elder Sister?" Vermeil replied, feigning innocence with a playful chuckle.
Sephie shot her a pointed glare before departing with Cecily, leaving Vermeil to her antics.
After Sephie departed, Vermeil turned her attention to Seir with a mischievous smile and asked in her usual playful tone, "Well then, now that your mother's not here… shall we go and have some fun, my dear nephew?"
Seir sighed, rolling his eyes at her suggestive choice of words before giving a casual shrug. "Sure, let's go and have some… fun."
As for what 'fun' they are going to do? It's nothing other than greeting the other nobles at the gathering.
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"I see… so you're the boy my sisters won't stop praising," murmured the petite, silver-haired girl as she leaned forward, examining Seir closely.
"Ahahaha… I'm not sure what Lucia and Maria have said about me, but I am indeed Seirios Vandegor Belphegor, Lady Naamah," Seir greeted her with a respectful bow.
"Don't worry, they only have praise for how incredible and talented their master's little brother is," the girl replied with a smile. "Now that I've met you myself, I can certainly agree—you are far from an ordinary child."
"I don't think I'm that special, but I shall humbly accept your praise, Lady Naamah," Seir responded graciously.
"My, 'Lady Naamah' sounds so formal… just call me Finea like you address my little sisters, won't you?" she replied with a gentle smile.
"As you suggest, Lady Finea," Seir responded smoothly, opting to include the honorific. Speaking to the Head of the House of Naamah in a casual manner was simply out of the question.
"I suppose I'll settle for 'Lady Finea'…" Finea murmured in acceptance, though with a slight pout.
Ignoring Finea's pout, Seir smiled slightly, "Yes…"
Finea Naamah, a woman with long silver hair cascading past her hips, tied in a ponytail. She has a pair of black horns on top of her head and a distinctive black tail unique to the members of the House of Naamah. Despite her petite stature and youthful appearance, which might make her resemble a middle schooler, she is, in fact, a Devil who is more than a thousand years old, the eldest daughter of Sheila Naamah, and the current Head of the House of Naamah.
Finea is also the elder sister of Lucia and Maria Naamah—though 'half-sister' would be more accurate, as all three have different fathers. Regardless, Finea, like Lucia and Maria, takes after her mother, making her yet another 'Legal Loli.'
As Seir recalled Sheila, Finea, Lucia, and Maria one by one, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. 'The House of Naamah truly lives up to its name as the House of Legal Lolis…'
The House of Naamah is, in fact, a lineage of Succubi and Incubi.
In fact, not just the Naamah household but also the House of Igrat and the House of Eisheth-Zenunim are comprised of Succubi and Incubi, each representing distinct types of these beings.
This means that not only Lucia and Sheila but also Vermeil and Sephie are Succubi.
'Haha... it feels strange to realize just how many Succubi are around me,' Seir mused.
After all, Succubi and Incubi are a specific sub-class of Devils known as Sex Demons, who manifest in the dreams of men and women to seduce them through sexual encounters. As a result, it is quite common for them to engage in promiscuous behavior.
'Hmm... now that I think about it, don't I also carry the blood of a Succubus? I wonder if that means I…' Seir mused, chuckling to himself before shaking his head. He decided not to dwell on the thought for now and redirected his focus to the conversation between Finea and Vermeil.
"…Hehe, after that, I toyed with the CEO of this certain company, and now he's completely addicted. He doesn't care about anything else and will do whatever it takes for another chance," Finea said with a sly grin.
"I see, I see... Interestingly, I've also acquired a new pet recently," Vermeil replied with a smile as she recalled her newest pet.
However, as Seir listened to their conversation, he quickly lost interest. It was nothing more than the two of them bragging about their latest playthings—something he found especially unappealing since those playthings were men, not women. Deciding he didn't want to hear anymore, Seir offered a polite smile to Vermeil and Finea, drawing their attention.
"If you'll excuse me, I need to attend to some urgent business," he said excusing himself.
"Huh? Urgent business?" Vermeil asked, trying to stop Seir. However, he ignored her question, turned around, and hurriedly ran off. Watching him disappear, Vermeil sighed helplessly. "And just like that, he's gone…"
"Fufu… children can be quite a handful sometimes," Finea murmured with a soft giggle.
"Couldn't agree more. Which is why I'm a bit reluctant to have any of my own," Vermeil admitted with a smile, even as she telepathically issued an instruction. 'Keep a close watch on Seir and make sure he doesn't get into any trouble.'
While she had confidence in her nephew's intelligence and sharp instincts, Vermeil understood the risks of a gathering filled with Devils. No matter how clever he was, Seir was still a child, and unpredictable situations could arise. And, if anything were to happen to Seir, Vermeil knew she wouldn't be able to face her sister. Therefore, ensuring someone was keeping an eye on him was simply prudent.
'As you command,' came the immediate reply.
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On Seir's side, after running away from Vermeil and Finea, he began searching for Roygun. "Where is sister...?"
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Author's Note:
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